That's How We Roll. Hard.

Sunday was awesome. More awesome than usual. Maybe cuz we were all together. Hell, even Britty was there. She didn't get to stay the whole time because she had to be back for work at nine on Monday morning, but it was a good time and we had so much fun and yes, I CAN have fun without drinking. Much. JohnRoss was kind enough to buy a couple drinks and he is such a dear because he certainly did not have to. I am the luckiest girl in the world you know. My friends are so much better than yours. Not because they buy me things, duh, but the thought behind the action is what matters, not always the action itself. Anyway, that's Deep Thoughts right now, and I want to talk about the PARTY. We had a good time, we hit Sandy's, Iggy's, and The Spigot. I boycott Iggy's all the time, so I suppose it was okay for me to give in once, being as the night was Teetz's party and not mine.

Anyway, I was with some of the most important people in the world to me, we were at our favorite bars, we had great music...and yet we were still saying good bye. We hit Sandy's (where else would we start an evening?) and of course Cole doesn't card me, because carding me at Sandy's is like, well, it's something that doesn't make sense, and apparently I can't be clever right now, so you know, we'll just go with; Cole never cards me. Anyway, JohnRoss and I go in and Teetz is there already with Greg, Tommy, Brian and Britty, and he just stands there and grins at me and of course I jump on him and hug him because it's been a little while since I've seen him. We hugged for a looooong time. I would have cried right there, but that wouldn't have been a great way to start the night. Anyway, we've got our usual booths, we're having a good time, and Cole comes to get our glasses and he won't make me a Hurricane because, in his words, "I swear darlin', we don't have the rum for it, I'm not lying, I swear." This is what he told me last time I asked for a Hurricane and then he made it anyway. I like when I can con Cole into making me special drinks. Sometimes he just likes to fuck with me and pretend he's not making my drink, but he does anyway. Ass. Anyway, then we headed to Iguana's, because who doesn't want some Frog Sperm? Kayleen and Martin finally showed up, we had a decent time, though it is one of my least favorite bars. Then, onto The Spigot. White Trash at it's finest. I love that bar. I'm pretty sure Toby Keith had me and The Spigot in mind when he wrote the aptly titled tune "I Love This Bar". We hung out and laughed and joked and talked til Last Call. That's when it started hitting us that this was It. I'm trying to not tear up, but when you're best friend is standing there telling you he loves you (something we know Teetz doesn't know how to say very often) it gets you - drunk or sober. Kayleen is tearing up and she and Teetz are hugging like crazy and I'm trying to not cry and he just comes over and hugs me and buries his face in my neck for a good five or six minutes and I honestly did not want to let go. I know I've done sappy posts about Teetz because he is my best friend, and for those of you who have seen us together, then you understand why this is so hard for me. For those of you who haven't and think it's kind of weird, it's just something I can't explain. This is the one person who knows me better than anyone on this planet. He knows every stupid thing I have ever said or done, and has witnessed a lot of them actually. He's held me when I've cried, smacked me for being a moron, and made me laugh so hard I can't breathe anymore. He's part of the reason I am who I am, and a big part of the reason I have been able to get back up again when I felt like nothing was worth it anymore. He's always the one who has had faith in me, even when I prove he shouldn't, and I would not trade him for anything in this world. That would be like giving up half of myself and I could never do that. So there. You're my best friend Teetz, got it? Effing Seattle. Ugh.

But it was still a total blast. Almost every single picture is up on Facebook, regardless of if it is a candid, a little out of focus, or just really stupid. The night deserves two photo albums, for sure. I will post some of my faves here later when Blogger is done being lame and will actually let me post them. I know you're quivering in anticipation.